Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 566: Jackal God, Upside-down Tree

"Hmm, a not-so-strange ceiling."

Byron suddenly opened his eyes while sleeping.

I found that I was no longer in the bedroom of Ganquan Palace, and the ceiling above my head was not even the ceiling of a normal building, but a high starry sky at night.

In each of the twinkling stars, there is a faint trace of a sacred figure, which is strange in shape but equally majestic.

The reason why Byron said this ceiling was not unfamiliar was because he had seen a similar scene before.

The space where the [Ten Thousand Winged Angel] and other "angels" split from the [Bound Creator] sleep together - the Pantheon!

But what is very strange now is that the starry sky, which was already very high, has become even higher than before, and everything is inverted, just like the reflection produced through the water surface.

"Water surface? Water? Water!"

Byron thought of the water surface, and suddenly found that he was clearly soaking in the sea water. When he opened his mouth, many bubbles gurgled out.

Of course, it was impossible for him to be drowned when he was a fourth-level mythical creature, let alone now.

But the sudden accident also completely woke Byron up from his half-sleep state.

He rolled his eyes wide open, and all around him was the endless dark sea water, and the queens who had been lying in his arms before falling asleep were all gone.

Then he found that he did not come here in his original identity, but from the perspective of the [Ten Thousand Winged Angel].

"But even though I practiced 'All Things Return to One' with the two queens out of habit before going to bed, I clearly did not synchronize with the Ten Thousand Winged Angel after falling asleep. How could I be forcibly brought into their perspective?
And it’s completely different from when I took the initiative to go to the Pantheon to recruit believers.”

Byron tried to move his hands and feet, but there was no response.

In this state, he seemed to be possessed. Except for his eyes and mouth which could move slightly, his body felt extremely heavy as if it was filled with lead.

What was even more bizarre was that he was now sinking little by little into the depressing, cold, dark, and bottomless sea, sinking deeper and deeper.

"What is going on? Am I having a nightmare?"

Byron tried to mobilize the divine light to break free from this helpless state.

But not only was the body out of control, even the soul was lifeless, and no matter how he called, there was no response.

After several unsuccessful attempts, he calmed down and tried to recall what had happened before he fell asleep.

“After the battle of the first island chain ended, I left a part of the security fleet and the dark wizards of the Bloodthirsty Cult to deal with the wreckage of those sea monsters and biological warships.

The other fleets in the Grand Fleet returned to their own defense zones.

It is too late today, so we agreed to hold a grand banquet tomorrow to celebrate the victory of this founding war.

My two sisters and I also returned to Ganquan Palace together.

But as soon as I closed the bedroom door, I was tied up by a bunch of tentacles extending from under Violet's skirt, and asked me to tell the truth why I smelled like another woman.

Both of them have the blood of the Night Devil, and are extremely sensitive to smells, blood, and hormones. Even if someone wants to cheat, it is impossible to hide it from them.

What's more, after Jeanna Don Quixote was possessed by the Mother of Monsters, the female hormones and even the remaining [reproduction] power in her body were about to explode.

Then"

Even though the situation was a bit weird now, Byron couldn't help but show a hint of aftertaste on his face.

Of course, his beloved sisters couldn't really do anything to him over such a trivial matter.

Not to mention that nothing was done, even if something was done, they would only think that Byron was taken advantage of by that old woman who lived for two eras and died for one era.

However, during the "severe punishment", Catherine and Violet, perhaps influenced by the remaining aura of the Mother of Monsters, became particularly proactive and bold.

In the end, not only did the two sisters join the battle, but even the two divine incarnations that Violet had just differentiated from also joined the fierce battle.

The consciousness, memory, and personality of the incarnation of divinity are the same, but they each represent different aspects of the character, so there is no sense of strangeness in getting along with them.

Just like the little witch, she is both naive and playful.

Byron naturally didn't bother to be polite with them. Without saying a word, he knocked them down one by one and ate them cleanly from head to toe.

Of course, his physical strength had reached its limit after a series of battles during the day, and he finally stumbled and was drained dry by the "four" sisters.

The pressure accumulated from dealing with the old gods was also swept away.

Before he fell into a deep sleep, his power of creation was vaguely activated, and it seemed that another offspring of his was born.

But for a moment I couldn't tell who the child's mother was.

Aside from the fact that the vital signs were too weak, the main reason was that there were too many people that night.

Byron retracted his divergent thoughts and returned to the topic:

“It’s been quite a while since I used the Book of Time to create the Ten Thousand Winged Angel, and this is the first time such an accident has occurred.

Apart from the residual power of [Mother of Monsters] which can only be used as a spice, which may cause similar paths to attract each other, I really can't think of any other abnormalities that may cause this situation."

While he was thinking about countermeasures, he didn't know how many meters he had sunk. The surroundings became increasingly colder and the light became increasingly dim. The starry sky above his head gradually disappeared from his sight.

But Byron's area did not become dead silent like the normal deep sea. Instead, it became more and more lively, even a little noisy.

It seemed as if there was nothing around, but strange noises kept coming from far away, such as whimpering, grinding teeth, whistling, sirens, and strange laughter.
The water flow was gradually stirred, as if some huge monster was lurking in the darkness, and might suddenly jump out and swallow him in one gulp in the next moment.

If someone with a fear of the deep sea comes here, it won't take long for him to be frightened to death.

Byron was not afraid. Instead, based on these details, he concluded that he had most likely fallen into the Sea of ​​​​Source that had never been explored by humans!

“Combining the starry sky above and the perspective of the Ten Thousand Winged Angel, this should be the reflection of the Pantheon in the Sea of ​​Essence.

The real Pantheon is inhabited by the gods that were constantly split by the Creator. The reflection of this Pantheon in the Sea of ​​Essence is likely to be.”

Boo!
Just as he thought of this, with the sound of a bubble bursting in his ears, Byron suddenly broke through a layer of boundary membrane and came to another realm.

The nose was instantly filled with a horrible stench and decay that could make one cry, and one also saw another "Pantheon" deep underwater.

This is completely different from the real Pantheon.

The huge pillars soaked in sea water are covered with scars left by the years, and are covered with mosses, algae, and even a large number of ugly barnacles.

In particular, the mysterious starry sky, which was originally bright and dazzling, with an angel living in each star, was replaced by a large and dirty starry sky.

This pollution is not the hazy kind of clouds and fog on rainy days, nor is it the smoky air pollution of the steam industrial revolution era.

It was like spilling colored dyes on a piece of black drawing paper, mixing them into a colorful black, and turning into a thick and disgusting filth.

Those dim stars also have a majestic figure, flickering like the bloodshot eyes of some giant beast, blinking continuously.

What was emitted was not starlight, but disgusting moldy mycelium, which was black and yellow, grayish white, or pale green, exuding a stale smell all the time.

Byron now appeared in one of the dim stars where the mold was not yet so rampant.

Moreover, unlike those old gods, whose real bodies died at the bottom of the deep sea, he does not possess real power. He is merely a projection with camera function.

Then, when he discovered that there were two indescribable figures lurking in the center of this underwater palace, his pupils suddenly shrank:
"Hiss! Besides the Mother of Monsters, are there other old gods who have regained their sanity?"

I quickly closed my mouth to avoid making any unusual noises that might alarm them.

Just like when Byron first entered the Pantheon, the first thing he wanted to confirm was whether the other "angels" had been received by their masters and resurrected.

The old god is just crazy now, not stupid, and his subconscious reaction is likely to be the same.

Byron couldn't figure out his current condition and whether being killed would affect his main body.

Once they find out there is a fake of a different kind here, it’s hard to imagine what will happen.

Fortunately, their conversation seemed to have come to an end and they didn't think of checking it a second time.

The frantic mumbling was even more disorganized and chaotic than that of the Mother of Monsters, but mixed with a stench that echoed throughout the entire temple.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss! Those who counterattacked the Silver Continent today are all idiots who have not evolved well.
Everybody knows that you need to sharpen your knife before chopping wood. Hiss, hiss, you have to sharpen your knife. They actually want to swallow the elephant in one breath. They are even more greedy than us snakes.
Especially my ambitious mother who also wants to be the One of All Things, hiss."

The hissing of snakes also echoed in Byron's skull.

If it weren't for the protection of the Ten Thousand Winged Angel, his life essence would have reached the fifth level long ago, and little snakes would have probably crawled out of his ears, nostrils, and mouth.

He didn't dare look directly at the other person, but just glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

There were snakes everywhere on one side of the temple in sight.

Sticky, wriggling, and covered with densely colorful scales, it turned out to be a huge snake ball made up of tens of thousands of poisonous snakes.

However, what grows on the necks of these poisonous snakes are not snake heads, but triangular rotten human heads with cone-shaped faces.

As if they were in eternal hibernation, almost all the snakes' eyes were half closed and half open, and from time to time they would spit out their forked tongues, which were either pitch black or grayish white.

When the horrible fishy smell invaded Byron's sense of smell, hearing, and taste through his sight, even the clothes touching his skin seemed to turn into slippery snake skin.

Suddenly I felt my scalp and skin starting to itch, and I wanted to peel them all off quickly to get a new life.

He knew this old god.

It turned out to be one of the many monster descendants of the [Mother of Monsters] and the main research object of the black wizard association Flayed Cult under Byron [Thousand-Faced Serpent Hydra]!
Obviously, the first one to return to the material world may be the oldest and most powerful [Mother of Monsters], but the first old god to regain some sanity may not be her.

Death is not the end for the old gods. After being drowned by the flood, they fell into a state between "death" and "eternal sleep".

Beings who possess these two powers or similar powers have greater advantages than others of the same kind.

Because of the ability to shed its skin and be reborn, one of the main powers of the Thousand Faces Snake is called Rebirth.

The year before last, he received sacrifices from Beatrice and Cortes, and ate countless natives of the entire Azik pantheon and the royal city. His sanity was clearly approaching the critical point, and he had recovered to the point where he could communicate.

In the middle of the snake ball, on the head of the snake spirit that looked most like a human, a pair of snake pupils had fully opened, flashing a pale green light.

It was it that was speaking just now. The other indescribable being opposite did not reveal its true appearance, but was lying in a sarcophagus decorated with a large amount of gold and lapis lazuli.

The surface was shaped like a jackal's head. Dark grey mist "bone blossoms" emerged from the cracks in the sarcophagus and transformed into countless followers [Dead Servant] with jackal heads and human bodies wrapped in burnt yellow bandages.

Together they praise their gods:
"He who is on his mountain, in the place of embalming, the guardian of the dead, tombs and mummies, the jackal god Anu who sits in Hades, weighing hearts and judging good and evil!
We praise you."

Byron was moved. The title "He who is above his mountains" emphasized the identity of the Jackal God Anu as the patron saint of the dead and tombs, while the title "He who is in the embalming land" showed his connection with mummification.

This was undoubtedly a god of death whose path overlapped with his.

Moreover, he was a god of death who was born in the [Corridor of Truth] of the Eastern Continent during his lifetime.

He spoke more logically than [Hydra, the Thousand-Faced Serpent]. He looked ferocious but had an elegance ingrained in his bones:
"Hydra, it turns out that the water level in the material world, which has just entered the intertidal zone, is not yet at the level that allows us to counterattack the Silver Continent.

Our strategy is correct.

Only by using the forbidden knowledge "Gospel of Heaven" spread by the "Bound Creator" as a bridge, entering the Pantheon and regaining our divinity and power, can we restore our complete godhood.

By the way, we will pollute those "believers" who have learned this forbidden knowledge and anchored to our divine aspect, and create "traitors", traitors and guides" on a large scale.

With the help of the rising flood, it would be easy to take over the Silver Continent.

The number of Protestants is still too small, and the remaining power of the Creator is still too strong.

We need to attract more old gods to join us in sharing the Creator, rather than just starting to act recklessly after we have recovered."

The Thousand-Faced Snake nodded and hissed:
"Anu, my messenger hissed. Contacted [Hipster Clown].
I don't know what He is secretly busy with. He did not meet my messenger in person.

But he sent a message back, hiss hiss hiss. He promised to find a way to steal the original copy of The Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven that was kept in the church and send it to the Corridor of Truth to try to revive it.

Byron understood what the two gods were planning to do when he heard this.

He was actually plotting to emulate himself and seize the divinity in the Pantheon.

This is the divinity of the Creator, and he is the second son of the Creator, or even the Holy Spirit of the Trinity. The Creator's things are his things.

In other words, the old gods are planning to rob him of the position of pirate leader?

The first thought was: The business thieves are coming!
The second thought was: How can I go my own way and leave others with no way to go?
But after thinking about it, I couldn't think of any good solution for a while.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he has digested the power of [Fraud], so Erha's impersonation of a wolf should not reveal any flaws and he can continue to act.

"All conspiracies and intrigues are not as real as strength.

It would be best if I could build my own kingdom of God before the old gods take action, integrate the gathering power of the [Stairs of Glory] and the mighty power of the [Bloodline Codex] into myself, and be promoted to a sixth-rank demigod.

Only with the addition of a North Sea Empire [Crown] can we possibly stop them. The plan to go to the Corridor of Truth must be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

Then the jackal god continued:
"The kingdom on the Corridor of Truth is ruled by all kinds of knowledge and legends that have come to life.

First, everything that is said must be known! Second, it is not people who chase after knowledge, but knowledge that chases after people!

If the Clown was born in the East Continent, he might become the first seventh-order true god in the Silver Age. How could he possibly cooperate with us?
It's very good now. Many extraordinary people of the Palace Sequence with extremely high inspiration who were polluted by Him have unknowingly acted as 'traitors'.

Helped transform many legends and historical figures of the Old World into horrific grotesques.

The famous "Knight of the Lake" Lancelot in the legend of Hattings was born hundreds of years ago, and the "Saint" Joan of Arc who was burned to death by Iris was born a short time ago, but her power is extremely strong.
If we add a 'son of God' who came to life from 'Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven', it will be very lively."

Byron frowned deeply as he listened to the names called out by the other party.

"They are not very friendly to Hastings.

There is no need to say much about Lancelot mentioned above.

[Saint] Joan of Arc died in the Hundred Years' War at the age of 19. Her uncle [Mad King] Henry VI, who was just ten years old at the time, was in power, and his seal was on the order for her burning at the stake.

The heroine's attitude towards Hastings and Lancaster is also clear at a glance.

Moreover, this revitalized knowledge and legends have nothing to do with reality. They are the same as they are in the legends after they are revitalized.

There is no possibility of reconciliation through emotional means.”

The series of bad news made Byron, who was always known for his strong nerves, scratch his head.

Then he really raised his hand and scratched it.

After a moment of distraction, I realized that my consciousness had returned to the bedroom in Ganquan Palace.

There were four beautiful girls with fragrant bodies lying beside him, with their jade arms and pink legs entangled around them.

In addition to Catherine, who has fruits hanging from thin branches, and the petite Violet, there are two divine incarnations of Violet.

One is Shaka, a girl who symbolizes the power of words, has black hair like a waterfall and is as playful and cute as a lark.

The other is the keeper of the dressing box, who is responsible for dressing the Queen of Gods. She is Fulla, a symbol of the power of [Advisor]. She has long silver hair tied high behind her head, and looks mature and beautiful.

When she's not wearing clothes, her body is so hot that it's about to explode.

Byron was lying in the arms of the first incarnation [Advisor] Fulla, with Catherine on one side and Violet's real body on the other. The second incarnation [Speech] Saga, who was smaller than the little witch, was lying on Byron's lower abdomen.

The sheets were already soaked, but there was no time to change them.

One silk quilt could not cover five people. Four pure white and beautiful bodies sparkled like the most perfect gems under the moonlight outside the window.

Lying between them, Byron seemed to have ascended to heaven.

Everything I just experienced was really like a nightmare.

Just as he was about to put down the hand that he had raised to scratch his head, he suddenly discovered a red emblem gradually appearing on the left arm that had grown back after the broken arm was broken.

It became more and more obvious as time went by, and even glowed red under the moonlight.

After a while, it turned into an abstract [Tree of Life].

Including Violet's [Gate of Truth] and the Tree of Life on the Mother of Monsters, they both have similar patterns, except that the former is inverted and the latter is upright.

The one in Byron's hand is the same as Violet's, also upside down. The only difference between the two is that it looks a little crooked, and there is a trend of turning from inverted to upright.

After seeing this thing, he finally concluded that the reason his consciousness was inexplicably pulled to the Sea of ​​Element was probably because of the remaining power of the [Mother of Monsters] in his body.

Byron, who possessed a "Key of Omniscience" and a "Ship's Logbook" which meant he was walking on three paths, had long been a master of mysticism.

This symbol is not unfamiliar at all.

In mysticism, the abstract "Tree of Life" is also called the inverted tree. It is the embodiment of "man" from mortal to true God, completing himself, from disorder to order, and from animality to divinity.

It symbolizes "anti-entropy" and by going back along the Tree of Life, one can reach the seventh-level divine realm of the [Crown] of the ten great source qualities.

The [Sea of ​​​​Source] is the embodiment of the transition from order to disorder.

It symbolizes "entropy increase". If you follow the Tree of Life, you will fall into the abyss below the Kingdom of the Ten Source Elements.

It is said that the "upside-down tree" contains the ultimate secret of ascending from a demigod to a true god.

As for what the secret was, Byron didn't know.

However, he had heard another similar truth in his previous life:

"A tree without roots, a flower that is straight or crooked, without the yin and yang the way is incomplete. Following the way is mortal, going against the way is immortal, only in the middle is it upside down."

Although the worlds are different, the principles behind them should be the same.

If you follow the will, you will be an ordinary person; if you go against the will, you will be a god.

The old gods represented by the [Mother of Monsters] are undoubtedly fallen.

"But this thing is useless to me who is not even a demigod at the moment. The knowledge contained in it cannot be read. It can only serve as a temporary pass to participate in the 'Traitor Conference'.

You must also be careful not to be discovered and contaminated by the old gods.

Oh, there is one more thing."

Byron suddenly remembered something, and when he looked down, he found that Violet had opened her pair of sparkling blue eyes and was looking at him quietly.

Like a victorious general, she slightly raised her white jade chin, proudly took Byron's hand and placed it on her fair and smooth belly.

Let him clearly feel that a weak little life is thriving.

A silly smile slowly spread across Byron's face, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

"It turns out that the mother of the child is Violet. Moreover, my second little princess was born alive. This time I can finally be a normal father."

Before she finished her words, the first incarnation [Advisor] Fulla behind her suddenly turned into golden mist and merged into Violet's body, and then separated again.

Byron immediately discovered that the little life that was originally in Violet's belly was also transferred to the body of the first incarnation, Fulla.

"Ugh, awesome!"

He originally thought that Violet would at most give birth to a bunch of children like the octopus lady, but he didn't expect that he was too superficial. She is a seahorse lady who can transfer her children to the pouches of other seahorses.

Violet, lightly equipped, turned over again.

She supported Byron's chest and kissed his earlobe playfully like a little witch.

“Look, although it’s not as convenient as Catherine laying eggs, I have twelve incarnations and can get pregnant twelve times in a year, so it’s definitely not a problem for me to give you twelve children.

Don’t even think about getting rid of me when you go on adventures to the East Continent, hahaha.”

The war continues.

Until the first ray of sunlight shines into the bedroom in the early morning.

Although she did not conceive the third child, Catherine, who had not woken up during this period, had a ray of golden light quietly emanating from her body, as if all the dragons had completed their promotion in their sleep.

(End of this chapter)